"The queen mother was angry, although the courtiers didn't know the truth of the matter, but when they entered the palace, they also heard some rumors, and they could roughly guess a little bit of the difficulty of Feng Zhaorong. As the queen mother said, the second sister of the courtiers is a concubine after all, and she is not as loved by her parents as the eldest sister before she entered the palace, and Zhaorong's moon is inevitably not better than that of the concubine. ”

Feng Huanling always held his eyes and acted humbly, but his words were neither humble nor arrogant, implying that the Prime Minister's Mansion did not treat everyone equally, so it achieved the two diametrically opposite situations of Concubine Guan's magnanimity and Feng Zhaorong's embarrassment.

Hearing this, Empress Dowager Mo pursed her lips and was silent for a long time, her face was solemn and solemn, and it was difficult to argue with joy and anger.

She also thought of this, after all, she still knew her sister's temperament, but she didn't expect Princess Cheyue to dare to say it directly to her face like this, which made it difficult for her to blame anything for this.

Empress Dowager Mo lost the interest in continuing to speak, so she asked Princess Cheyue to go to the bookcase to copy the Buddhist scriptures, Feng Huanling took the golden brush handed by the palace people with both hands, only to find that the pen was actually made of pure gold.

The gold pen is still valuable, the point is that the real gold body is too heavy for the pen, and it doesn't hurt to write a few words with it, but with such a heavy pen to copy the Buddhist scriptures, don't say a few hours, the ordinary weak woman writes a cup of tea Kung Fu is afraid that she will not be able to hold on, and the whole hand will hurt as if it is broken.

It seems that Empress Dowager Mo let her enter the palace, and she really came to "temper her mind and body", Feng Huanling secretly sneered, but without saying anything, she took a golden pen and began to transcribe Buddhist scriptures.

Seeing this, Empress Dowager Mo, who had always been paying attention to Princess Cheyue, raised her eyebrows slightly in surprise, feeling a little impressed, but then her thoughts turned again, and she secretly said to see how long she could last.

Near noon, Emperor Xuan, who had just descended from the court, came to Qianshou Palace.

Although Long Jingming was quite respectful to the Queen Mother on the surface, he was actually not close, and he had only stepped into the Qianshou Palace since he ascended the throne a handful of times, so the Empress Dowager Mo and the palace people were quite surprised when they saw the sudden arrival of the holy car.

"I heard that the queen mother complained that the decoction was too bitter, so I wanted to come over and have a look, and share lunch with the queen mother by the way."

Speaking of this, it seemed that he had just noticed that Feng Huanling was also in the crowd of people, and the smile on Long Jingming's lips suddenly deepened a little, "It turns out that Princess Cheyue is also there, did I disturb Yaxing, who copied the Buddhist scriptures, did I disturb Yaxing, who copied the Buddhist scriptures?" ”

Empress Dowager Mo answered: "The saint is serious, it seems that it is lunchtime, and the mourning family is going to prepare a meal with the princess." ”

After that, Empress Dowager Mo smiled and instructed the palace people to start preparing lunch, due to the sudden arrival of Emperor Xuan, the dishes were naturally more grand than before.

"This is the Buddhist scripture copied by the princess?"

Long Jingming, who was dressed in a dragon robe, walked leisurely to the bookcase, and was slightly stunned when he saw the vigorous and heroic handwriting in the beautiful paper, and then frowned lightly when he saw the golden quill pen.

"The courtier's calligraphy is clumsy, which makes the saint smile."

In his previous life, Yan Wushuang's handwriting Long Jingming was naturally extremely familiar, but Feng Huanling had already thought of this, so he had practiced a new handwriting before, but when he saw his face slightly strange, he couldn't help but feel a little apprehensive in his heart.

"The princess seems to be weak, but I am very surprised by both the pen and wrist strength, it seems that the imperial uncle is really discerning."

Long Jingming originally thought that the second Miss Feng who came out of the palace had given him many surprises, but now it seems that this Miss Feng Si, who was once rumored to be dumb and dull, is really full of "surprises"!

After making such a bet with him in the Long'an Palace, now that they can see each other as usual, it seems that the various ambiguous fragments of the dark tide surging between the two have never happened, and this little woman's city is not deep.

"The saint praises falsely, and the courtiers dare not bear it."

Feng Huanling was very familiar with the scorching light in Long Jingming's dark eyes at this time, and it was clearly very similar to the first time they met in her previous life, and this realization made her feel even more disgusted.

Long Jingming took a deep look at Feng Huanling again, and then suddenly walked to the window and pushed open the two openwork windows that isolated the cold outside, and let the cold wind pour through the corridor into the warm pavilion.

"Seeing that the midwinter is about to pass, but the many evil consequences caused by the snow disaster have just begun to appear, I have a headache, I wonder what good strategies the princess can contribute?"

A year ago, the snow disaster caused a serious snow disaster that the Shenlong Kingdom had not encountered in a hundred years, and tens of thousands of people were seriously affected.

Feng Huanling replied with a wrinkled eye: "The courtiers are just a woman in the house, where do they understand these national affairs." ”

"Oh? When the princess dared to take out all the savings of the Cheyue Mansion to donate without permission, she didn't see the ignorance and weakness of the woman in the house, let alone the calm and resolute decision when she made a bet with me. You know, this is the first time I've lost a bet to an in-house girl. ”

Long Jingming, who was standing in front of the window, slowly turned his head, his gaze, which was colder than the cold wind in the middle of winter, fell on Feng Huanling with a plausible smile.

The palace appeared at this time, and he didn't dare to raise his head and said: "Lunch has been prepared, and the Queen Mother asked the Holy Lord and Princess Cheyue to move to the side hall for dinner." ”

"Got it, you go down first."

After waving off the palace maid, Long Jingming turned around and walked in front of Feng Huanling again, and said in a voice that only each other could hear clearly: "The princess and the emperor's uncle flounder have a deep relationship, which is really enviable, but there is also a saying called 'deep love is not long', and two people who are too affectionate often end up very miserable. Therefore, the princess should cherish the short-term happiness now, after all, there are too many variables in the future, even if she holds the gold medal to avoid death, she may not be able to really avoid death, right? ”

Hearing these words, Feng Huanling's back chilled, but his face only stiffened slightly, and then he calmly bowed to Long Jingming, but he didn't say anything more.

Xu saw that Emperor Xuan treated Princess Cheyue a little specially, and Empress Dowager Mo had not summoned Feng Huanling into the palace to copy Buddhist scriptures for a long time since that day. It may also be that she felt that copying with such a heavy gold pen for a whole day was enough for the princess, who looked extremely weak, so she did not rush to continue to make trouble.

If it is replaced by the previous Feng Huanling, it will definitely be unbearable to copy Buddhist scriptures with a gold pen for a day, although it will not give away half a life, and the hand holding the pen will not be able to use it freely for at least a while.

But the current Feng Huanling has already begun to pick up the kung fu cultivation of her previous life as early as when she was in the Prime Minister's Mansion, so the golden pen and Buddhist scriptures have not caused her any harm, and they can be regarded as a great opportunity to exercise her wrist strength.

The Prime Minister's Mansion, which had been miserable for more than a month due to the loss of wealth, was finally dissipated a little haze by the joy of the old man and the son of the wind on the day of the second aunt's birth.

Even the eldest lady Mo Shi, who was confined in Yaxin Courtyard, was relaxed because of this and was able to walk around the mansion, but even though she pretended to be very happy for Xiangye's son, she secretly inevitably resented the extreme, and hated to strangle Zhi Yao's despicable mother and son alive with her own hands!

However, now Prime Minister Wan and the old lady are extremely happy for the new grandson, and the Mo family naturally does not dare to murder at such a time, so they have to endure their resentment and resentment, and tease the white and chubby young master with a smile all day long.

Feng Wanquan named it "Long Tour" for the young, and decided to invite relatives, friends and friends to hold a full moon banquet. Seeing that kind of laughing all day long, I was afraid that I would like to give everything to this old man, Mo Shi was so hateful that he gritted his silver teeth but could only swallow it in his stomach.

A month passed in the blink of an eye, and the florists in the Prime Minister's Mansion worked hard to urge the peach blossoms in the house to open in advance, so that the peach blossoms in the garden were scorching and flying like rain during the full moon banquet.

King Cheyue and the princess were naturally also invited, Feng Huanling heard that Zhi Yao gave birth to Lin'er and was really happy for her, at least with this son, her life would at least be better.

"When will the lady give birth to a son and a half daughter for her husband?"

On the carriage to the Prime Minister's Mansion, Long Yucang looked down at the person in his arms with a serious expression, and his mountain-like eyebrows were slightly raised.

"Prime Minister Feng is nearly fifty years old before he got a son, and the prince is in his prime, what is the hurry?"

Feng Huanling smiled like a peach blossom in his arms, and his tone was delicate and infinitely soft, but he couldn't help but feel a little depressed in his heart.

It stands to reason that she has been married to him for half a year, and she will be pestered by him almost every night, and she has never drunk any contraceptive soup or anything like that afterwards, why has she not been able to conceive a child so far?

Is it because he was injured by Xian Ji Lu before the election? Or is there something wrong with her body in the first place, or is it affected by "rebirth"? Could it be that in this life, she will have no chance with her children?

"Well, don't worry, it's still early. Being a husband is just a momentary emotion, in fact, he is reluctant to give birth to his son now, and it is better to delay it for a few years. ”

As she spoke, Long Yucang pecked her lips a few more times, always feeling that she couldn't kiss enough and just wanted more, but the carriage gradually stopped at this time.

After the carriage stopped steadily, Luo Xian lifted the brocade curtain, Su Yue was about to step forward to help but was blocked, and Long Yucang personally got out of the carriage with Feng Huanling in his arms.

At the same time, another carriage also stopped in front of the gate of the Prime Minister's Mansion, and the first to come down was Feng Chang Suchen, followed by a girl with a dark hat.

"Huanling meets his grandfather." Feng Huanling immediately stepped forward and saluted.

"Hey, now that you are Princess Cheyue, it should be me who salutes you and the prince." Although Su Chen said this, he only politely arched his hand to King Cheyue, and his eyes were full of doting when he looked at Feng Huanling.

Now he really likes this smart and wise granddaughter more and more, maybe it is the reason why his daughter has passed away, and he has more pity when he sees his granddaughter.

"By the way, this is my youngest daughter, and in terms of seniority, she is your aunt - Mo Xuan."

Su Chen pointed to the girl with a rather mysterious temperament who followed her, and on her face that had always been low-key and introverted, she also showed a little pride that could not be concealed, "I just returned from Yuanling Mountain at the end of the year before last, and I have long wanted to introduce you to you, but there has been no proper opportunity, and this girl is always busy with her own affairs, so I haven't seen it until now." ”

"Auntie?"

Although she couldn't see the girl's appearance clearly, Feng Huanling remembered that Su Chen's youngest daughter should only be sixteen or seventeen years old, but from Aunt Su's account, she really wanted to call her aunt.

"It's just a matter of talking about seniority in front of outsiders, you and I are only a year apart, I'll call you Ling'er, and in private you can only call me by my name."

Su Moxuan is very quick to talk, and she doesn't see the pretentiousness of ordinary daughters, and she immediately makes Feng Huanling feel close.